Chapter 1998 Keep It for the Dogs

In the evening, when Feng Xinglang came to Qibei Mountain City to pick up his youngest son and return to Feng's home, he kept tossing an apple in his hand.

The apples should look like high-quality products and taste good.

That was the best product that Feng Xinglang specially selected from the fruit basket in his office.

He seemed to vaguely remember that Cong Gang liked to eat apples.

We really need to let that bitch Cong Gang learn from his own noble character of repaying evil with kindness.

That bitch played a trick on himself and made him run for half an hour in the scorching sun. His clothes were wet from head to toe, from the inside out; but he actually brought Cong Gang an apple as a reward?

Of course, we have to first see how Cong Gang performs throughout the day! If he can teach his youngest son Chongchong to tell fairy tales, then this apple will be rewarded to him; if not... he can only keep it to feed the dog!

When the car turned safely onto the winding mountain road without a puncture, Feng Xinglang couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really a little jealous of that guy Cong Gang who didn't play by the rules and made him walk up the mountain!

"Hey, we don't have to climb the mountain anymore!" Even Bassong, who was driving, also relaxed, "I guess my boss is in a good mood today!"

Feng Xinglang ignored him and just narrowed his eyes slightly at the apple in his hand.

"Mr. Feng...I see you've been holding it...why haven't you eaten it?"

"What, you want to eat?" Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Basong.

"I don't like to eat fruits!" Basong seemed a little curious, and asked after he had nothing to say: "You want to bring something to Chongchong to eat, right? Don't go to such trouble, the boss has all these fruits here!"

"I used it to feed the dogs!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

"Feed the dog? Where did the dog come from here?" Basong asked doubtfully.

After Feng Xinglang gave Basong a roll of his eyes, he stopped talking to him.

Someone actually sent the worst loser among them to be his bodyguard for Feng Xinglang? Is this an insult to his IQ, or is he making fun of Feng Xinglang's life? !

When he was about to get out of the car, Feng Xinglang sternly said: "If your mother dares to drive away again, be careful I will break your legs!"

Bassong watched Feng Xinglang get out of the car and enter the villa with a blank look on his face, muttering to himself: Why are you trying to hurt me? I can't make the decision! Besides, if you want to break my legs, you have to beat me first!

When Feng Xinglang walked to the second floor, he heard his youngest son's fluent reading.

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work."

At this moment, Feng Xinglang's eyes instantly softened: It turned out that his little thing was not stupid or stupid at all, and could actually read and recite an awkward ancient poem so well!

It seems that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing! That bitch is doing his job with all his heart!

You must know that when the little one is at home, no matter how wise the childcare teachers and early childhood teachers are, the little one will ignore it. To enable the little thing to recite a difficult-to-pronounce ancient poem within a few hours, Cong Gang is indeed indispensable.

In fact, he is more meticulous and patient than his biological father!

"Bad dad!"

When he saw his biological father Feng Xinglang, the little guy instinctively crawled into Cong Gang's arms.

"Huh?" Cong Gang snorted.

"Good dad...real dad is the best!" The little guy immediately changed his mind, although he was a little reluctant.

How could Feng Xinglang not realize that his youngest son's "bad daddy" was shouted out in one breath, but this "good daddy" was only reluctantly uttered under the threat of Cong Gang!

"You brat, my father's love for you is in vain, you little white-eyed wolf!"

Even when he was scolding, Feng Xinglang's eyes were full of fatherly love, "Come here, let your dad hug you! Recite the song 'Hoeing Day at Noon' to your dad again!"

The little guy nestled in Cong Gang's arms, shrinking back in disgust.

"Cong Gang, you couldn't have taught my son only one poem this whole day, right? You're too perfunctory!"

Feng Xinglang waved his hand and threw the apple in his hand towards Cong Gang, "Although you have no merit, but you still have some hard work, I will reward you with this apple!"

Cong Gang raised his hand gracefully and firmly caught the apple that Feng Xinglang threw at him.

To be precise, Feng Xinglang said it was a smash!

If Cong Gang didn't reach out to pick it up, the apple would probably hit him in the face! You can get it out of the way, but it would be a pity if a good apple smashed, right? !

But something his youngest son Chongchong did made Feng Xinglang feel complicated: the little guy jumped over almost out of reflex and immediately covered Cong Gang's head with his own hands. He should be protecting Cong Gang from being hit by the apple thrown by his father!

Fortunately, Cong Gang had already firmly caught the apple he smashed at him!

Should I lament that my son's reaction speed is so fast and sharp? Or should I be sad that my biological son has such a deep relationship with Cong Gang?

"Bad daddy!" the little guy snorted again.

"Huh?" Cong Gang muttered.

This time, the little guy refused to change his mind, but felt aggrieved and fell into Cong Gang's arms again.

Feng Xinglang felt a lot of emotion when he saw his little son sleeping in Cong Gang's arms. But he still forcefully dragged the little thing over.

"Chongchong, go back with your father! Be obedient!"

As Cong Gang finished speaking, the little guy stopped struggling.

"Remember what Big Chongchong taught you!" Cong Gang reached over and flicked the little thing's unhappy little face.

The little guy nodded obediently. Then he leaned on his father Feng Xinglang's shoulder and looked at Cong Gang with care.

Feng Xinglang didn't want to say anything to thank Cong Gang. Because the younger son liked Cong Gang so much, this already made him very unhappy.

"Why don't you eat what I reward you with?"

Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang a cold look in return and ignored him.

"What? Are you afraid that I will poison you and give you a poison apple? Look at how petty you are..."

Feng Xinglang took the apple from Cong Gang's hand, took a bite, and then stuffed it back into Cong Gang's hand.

"I'm not a thief like you! I have noble moral character: repay evil with kindness!"

After saying this, Feng Xinglang lifted his son high on his neck, and the father and son happily went downstairs.

When you give someone something as a gift...you take a bite of it first? !

"Big Chongchong...see you tomorrow!"

When the little guy turned around, he saw Big Chongchong eating an apple that had been bitten by his father.

"Eat Guoguo..." The little guy muttered subconsciously.

"Chongchong also wants to eat Guoguo? I'll go back later and my dad will cut you a bigger and sweeter Guoguo to eat!"

When they were about to arrive at Feng's house, Feng Xinglang warned the little guy again: "Chongchong, remember to go back and recite 'It's noon on the hoeing day' to your mommy! Your mommy will be very happy after hearing this." !”

After seeing Mommy in the living room, the little guy immediately memorized the ancient poem taught by Da Chong Chong happily: "It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every particle of the meal is hard work."

It was even more exaggerated than Feng Xinglang expected, and his wife Xueluo actually cried with joy.

So before dinner, the little guy kept thinking: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil..."

"Okay, let's stop saying 'Sunday is noon'! Let 'Noon' take a rest too!"